Yandere Jongdae + prompt 9 please?
9. “You sound so beautiful when you scream my name.”
The roar of the crowd is almost enough to drown out your own screams, but all he can hear are yours. Executing each movement of the dance, his heart races in his chest as he can hear you cheering him on, your eyes focussing on him the whole time.
There is no greater rush than hearing you cheer for him like this. It warms his heart.
Once the show is over, he rushes off stage, wanting to change as quickly as possible to see you as soon as he can. You patiently wait backstage for him, congratulating each member as they exit the change rooms on a great performance.
As soon as you see him exit the change rooms, you run up to him and throw your arms around him. He manages to catch you in time, a large smile on his face as he hears you praise him for a job well done.
“Who’d have thought the two of them would end up dating like this,” Baekhyun hums, amusement shining in his eyes.
“Shut up, Baek,” Jongdae rolls his eyes, “you’re just jealous you don’t have someone to congratulate you like this after a show.”
“He’s not the only one surprised,” Chanyeol comments, shooting you a look to which you just shrug at.
You all converse for a little while longer until some of them start to head home, you and Jongdae leaving the arena hand in hand as you make your way back to your shared apartment.
“I’m so glad you came today,” he says, eyes shining in admiration as he looks at you from across the backseat in the car.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you smile at him, sliding across the seats to place a gentle kiss onto his cheek, only serving to make him blush and his heart race in his chest.
“You know, there are many reasons why I love it when you come to support us at our shows,” he begins, leaning in to whisper in your ear, serving to send a shiver down your spine. He smirks, “but I think my favourite has to be that you sound so beautiful when you scream my name.”
A small gasp escapes your lips as he trails his lips along the skin of your neck, breathing you in deeply. Ever so slowly, he brings his lips up to rest beside your ear, voice barely above a low whisper as he asks you a questions that sends shivers down your spine, “care to recreate those sounds when we get home?”














